We saw a little light,
a little lightning bug in flight.
Floating in the night it sang "I have no natural name."
It turned back where it came
and our short-hairs stood upright.
Thoughts rolled like a train
as it's specter waned away.
The dreams deep in our brains
have cost more than we'll ever make.
And there's a feeling we can't shake,
one that has no natural name.
There's dirt over the seeds,
resting in the bed we've made.
More weight upon the scale on which
the stirring Earth will stay.
released June 6, 2016
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